A couple poems designed for you, to make
the unreal real, to make fantastics apparent
in the light of day, to realize mysteries
and claim the unattainable. A couple words
in sequence, the spill of phonemes from the lips
of a beautiful girl, the hair that falls and curls
in the humid air. I think of the yellow light
that comes from the lamp, the green shirt falling
over her thigh, the painting in the evening
that holds her ineffably. A couple lovers
wander in the infinite sound of a dream
and make nonsense of language. I am silent
within your sleeping, I am the unsaid
and unknown secret scattered among verses.
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